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Month: October 2015

For beauty is as beauty does and you all do it so well. Test your skills and competitive edge, test your knowledge and constant training, test your fortitude and your companionship, test your ability to train and command. Hail, all you beauties. The judges watch in eager support, the crowd cheers at the dare devil within and the champion of this match is an unrivaled and much heralded success. Glory and honour to this golden crown, the skills of the beauty are unsurpassed. A pageant queen that has never been questioned. No one disputes the necessity of this test, or the rights of these women to compete.

A test of skills and nerve and fortitude, an inspiration to all who watch and to those who jealously eye the crown. The secret to success is the fabulously well trained body and the perfection of the match.

He listens closely to the voice in his ear and responds immediately to the command. A match of perfect unison as they plunge headlong into the race. Over and over, the practice was perfect, now only to attain the unbeatable speed that will send them on to victory. Hours of training, hours spend in competition, train your body, train your mind and harness the superior beast.

Quietly down in the rolling countryside, where a days work begins at dawn and life is a routine of milking the cows, feeding the chickens and harvesting the crops. The peaceful country life, ideally set in the picturesque landscape. A life, so seemingly simple, that anyone could do it.

Canadian Cowboys’ Association Ladies Barrel Racing Highlights- Canadian Western Agribition

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But from that land of simple charm, comes an athlete of a different proportion. Tall in the saddle, high in their ability, the twosome walk into center stage. The drama unfolds. Like their forefathers of yesteryear, the cowboy is still the same. A bull rider, a bronco buster ,a barrel racer, a calf roper and a highly skilled athlete.

Now it is the ladies turn, a competition of their own. To train and command the powerful horse and to demand the speed and agility for this course.

The quiet of the country, so peaceful and so dreamy. Where all of the rush of the rodeo comes from. A country life with it’s own unique culture, it’s own unique identity, privileges and heroes.

To bravery and skill and monumental tasks, to competition and necessity and getting the job done. Those were the days of heady exploration, of building a country of home on the range. Those were the days of cattle drives and opening up the land. The days of ranching, homesteading and the cowboy.

Those were our yesterdays. But still, in the quiet of the land, in the rolling countryside, in the far off place where only the dirt roads go, lies the key to our past and our splendid present, the future still holds this truth. The land of the cowboy, where steer wresting and bronco busting fills a part of their daily lives.

Rise to the songs of the livestock rustling, of the wind blowing through the fields and the quiet of dawn. The world sleeps at this hour, but the morning sun is rising and the daily chores must be done. Oh lonesome cowboy, of song and spirit, the day calls to you to earn your daily bread. Come out to the pasture, a new day is calling, come out to a day’s work of home on the range.

The chickens proudly display their treasure, a new gift of food to their delighted owner. Chuckling and prancing their days work is done, as a new egg lies gleaming in the early morning sun. The cattle line up in their stalls eagerly waiting, their milk has come and it must be taken. Their gift, their treasure, more food for the farmer. The family farm where no one starves. The fields grow tall with grains for bread and a days work of harvesting lies just ahead. The fruit tree ripens and sends it’s gifts to us, the bounty of the harvest lies in the basket. A forage through the garden reveals the tasty lettuce, the carrots and spinach awaiting the platter, a days work is done when the weeds are pulled and the ground is bursting with delicious, nutritional plants. No more the hungry, no more the worry, the life of the farm is wholesome and ready.

At the end of the day, when the sun still shines brightly, brings a time for rest and relaxation. A time for the energizing sport of the days of yesteryear, a time when the cowboy and ranching and riding filled their lives. Livestock herding and breeding and taming the wild. That horse out yonder, who must be rode, that sport for dollars and it makes sense, if you know their custom and their culture, the rodeo is a must.

Ride, you sportsmen, ride. Break that wild horse, who must listen. Tame the beast to be your own and ride, for your life, you cowboy, ride! It is not just sport, it is not just a test, it is the taming of the wild as the horse must be ridden and taught to do a job. From here, the training persists and the quiet of the country fills with the joy of yet another day in the saddle.